MOON; 27-08-2015
I promised to do an all-cycle moon documentary. But what happens when there is no passion to continue and a camera absent? It is like new diary keepers who soon lose interest in the act. But should I site the mishappenings as a reason? Absolutely not.
I woke up wobbling. I least expected sickness to continue to this day. For a week now sleep had been so rare and my body absent from me. I continued to wish sunsets never to come because loneliness would take me up.
When I saw the moon big and shiny up at the zenith I wished I had the camera. The girl with it must be paying back the experiences I had done against her. She seemed not interested to reply a text of whether she took a snap. Her response today was as ignorant as the micro-organisms eating my body from within. No problem
Just as I slept hoping today would be a better day, the moon was bright up.
I woke up wobbling. I least expected sickness to continue to this day. For a week now sleep had been so rare and my body absent from me. I continued to wish sunsets never to come because loneliness would take me up.
When I saw the moon big and shiny up at the zenith I wished I had the camera. The girl with it must be paying back the experiences I had done against her. She seemed not interested to reply a text of whether she took a snap. Her response today was as ignorant as the micro-organisms eating my body from within. No problem
Just as I slept hoping today would be a better day, the moon was bright up.
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